Monkey sat nervously in the waiting room Tork had insisted that he go, after he had the accident. It really wasn't a bad accident, he didn't get too beat up, just a couple of bruises. But his back had been giving him some trouble.
So, here he was.
"Mr.McClurg?" the woman at the desk said.
He looked up.
"Dr. Brown is ready."
He nodded.
"This way please." She led him down a short hallway, into a room with a 'table' in it.
After a minute of waiting, a brown haired man in his 30's came in.
"Mr. McClurg," he nodded to the Metal Maniac, "Pleas get on the table. On your stomach."
Monkey did as he was told, hoping he didn't look as afraid as he felt. The doctor seemed to notice, for he gave the small man a strange look.
As the red head felt the hands feel his spine, he tensed.
Dr. Brown sighed, "Relax please."
He tried. Of course, when you're faced down, and your head's stuck between two small rectangular cushions, with tissue over them, you can't see what he's doing. Plus, the knowledge that this guy could do some serious stuff to you, isn't a comforting thought.
Dr. Brown shook his head, and proceeded to press down on Monkey's back.
Hearing his bones 'pop' it took all of Monkey's courage, not to scream.
"Back please."
Monkey turned around. His already pale features going chalk white. It was time for his neck.
Dr. Brown started prodding, and feeling the bones in his patient's neck. He began to turn Monkey's head, and point it slightly upward.
"Relax." So much easier said than done.
Monkey did. He's helping me, he's helping me, he's helping me…
The doctor sort of jerked, and heard two noises. One was the neck popping. The other, a slightly gurgled sound from Monkey.
He did it again, this time turning it the other way. Again, two sounds. The popping, and the gurgle.
"Done."
Monkey shot up, and walked quickly out of the room. After paying, he had a little trouble not running to his car.
Once he was in the car, he was breathing hard, and fumbling for his keys. It was a hot day in July, but the way he was shaking, it looked like he had been in Antarctica in shorts and a t-shirt.
He grabbed the keys, and fainted. Why? Well, Monkey has Iatrophobia- the fear of doctors. More specifically, the fear of Chiropractors.
Okay, first off, you shouldn't be afraid of Chiropractors. They are there to help, and are not evil. Thanks for reading.